But one of the key difference was that rather then his normal Dutch face, Rob had become black. Not slightly black, but deep black - like the sky in a new moon.

For hours, CowboyNeal and I searched for dem bones, finding him in the seedy under belly of Chicago - the strip club. Or rather, not just one, but a seamless blend of many many strip clubs. We pleaded, begged - but he couldn't be bothered to come and help save the church.